Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.